Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Organ. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.